Harry's POV:
My body felt too heavy to move.
My limbs felt like they were being pressed into the earth by a boulder.
Even my eyelids seemed too heavy to lift.
It was as if my soul was about to separate from my body while I tried to get up.
My breath grew heavier and harder.
I could only recall that I had gotten swept away by the water current and bumped into something along the way that made me choke, rendering me motionless.
I was practically doomed. As my consciousness slowly drifted away, I vaguely saw a petite figure grab my hand and drag me ashore.
My lungs were filled with water, which made it impossible for me to breathe. I thought I was going to die of suffocation.
Swimming was one of my strengths, but I never expected my own skills to fail me one day.
Just when I thought I was about to die, I felt something soft press on my lips and blow air into my mouth.
My chest rose up, and my eyes shot open.
I saw John's face up close and was startled. I coughed out violently the water that I had swallowed.
With no expression on her face, John wiped her mouth and watched me.
I hurried to my feet and clutched onto my clothes. "What were you doing?"
But as soon as I heard my voice, I wanted to slap my voice. Why did my manly voice turn squeaky?
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